Chapter 149 - Training (2) (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

The sneering man turns to look at the other fellow, who’s sitting in the chair and raising his eyelids: “How?”

“Just so so.” That fellow is saying this in a disgusting way, then simply raising his legs and closing his eyes, “Fighting skills are left to you, I don’t care.”

Then he picks up a worn cowboy hat which didn’t know where to find out from the cabin and covers his face as if he has no interest in seeing us anymore.

“Do you feel very dissatisfied? Do you think you’ve played pretty well?” The sneering man looks at me with a mockery on his face.

“Yes.” I don’t hide my emotions and staring at his eyes, “I think I did it very well.”

“Just not too bad.” He shrugs his shoulders, but there’s more mockery in his smile. His tone is like hiding a needle, “If you are going to a professional boxing match, or go to be a kickboxer, keeping training well, you may win a championship or something else. You have a good body and a good foundation of kongfu, but…”

He utters a sigh in his mouth and then asking me slowly: “I ask you, before you punch, you were standing there breathing deeply, and suddenly shouting, what is it?”

“… It’s the preparation.” I frown and can’t help explaining, “Before I punch, I need to concentrate, and then I need to use the whole body’s movements to drive the whole body’s strengths…”

He interrupts me by waving his hand: “I’m not asking you the principle of this punch. Speaking of kongfu, I know a little too. I understand the principle. I just want to ask you, is it true that you have to adjust your body before you punch?”

“… Yes.” I have a vague idea of what he’s going to say.

“You just adjusted three or four steps and waited at least five seconds before punching…” He is shaking his head and feels as if I’m very funny. He’s staring at me and says, “If I am your enemy, do you think I would give you five seconds to adjust? I will stand in front of you, do not hide, do not fight back, just standing here and waiting for you for five seconds, until you finish your adjustment to hit me?”

“… No.” I feel a little bitter in my mouth.

“You’ve done a beautiful punch, but it’s not practical!”

“Not really.” I can’t help refuting, “It’s just that I’m not good enough! If my master did it himself, he would not need any adjustment at all!”

“I know.” The sneering man does not refute me, just says lightly, “Kongfu training to the real high level can be how powerful, I know it better than you! But it is impossible to reach that level without twenty to thirty years of hard practises. I’m afraid you’ll be over forty when you get to that level.”

I don’t say anything, but I’m still not convinced. Then he’s sighing and staring at me: “You’re practicing split-and-hang, right? Many of the killing tactics in the split-and-hang are very powerful. Your puch, on the contrary, it’s a bit flashy. Didn’t your master teach you anything else? There are many really lethal killings tricks, can you?”

“No.” I’m a little depressed, “Master didn’t teach me.”

He’s nodding and then smiling. This time, the smile is not ironic, but sincere: “Your master loves you very much.”

“What?”

“Hey!” He’s laughing, “A man good at fighting dies for fight, a man good at swimming dies in water! Haven’t you heard that word? Your Master didn’t teach you all the real killing tricks. He was afraid you would cause trouble! I think he hoped you would find less trouble in the future. It was also for your good!”

I’m stunned for a moment. I remember suddenly, when I was studying, Master was really reluctant to teach me how to kill. The only one I know was finally he sparing his feelings to some extent of teaching me. Unexpectedly, he still left a hidden hand. Master taught me this tactic seems to be very powerful and lethal, but it is not very practical.

At my present level, in order to hit such a punch, I need to adjust it first! When fighting, who would stand in front of you and wait for you to adjust? I fought with people before. One hand, it is because Master warned of not to seriously hurt others for any tiny reason. On the other hand, I haven’t met any good fighter and no opportunity to use it.

I never thought it would be of useless.